Red, White, and Bruised 2009
07/07/2009
“I’m A Rebel” begins to die down and the fans are already in their seat ready for this action. Jenny gets up from the announce table where she had been
talking to Rob Martinez and the fans seated near the announce table. She walks to the ring and steps under the second rope, to the delight of the men in
the crowd and now Jenny Jersey is standing in the center of the ring as the Rebel Pro song dies away.
“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”
Jenny stands there allowing the fans to get pumped up, she holds up her hand after a minute and they quiet down.
“Are you ready for some action?!”
They shout that indeed they are ready for some action.
“But first, there is a bit of bad news. Earlier this afternoon on his way to the arena, Jacob Vena was injured in an automobile accident.”
The crowd hushes, in shock.
“As last week, the match should go to Eli Storm, but Mr. Storm got lost on his way to the arena and did not make it to the arena on time for the contract
signing.”
The crowd gives a little chuckle, but they are worried about Bird of Prey.
“With that being said, the match between Bird of Prey and Eli Storm, has been ruled a no contest and neither wrestler will advance to the second round.
We were informed that Jacob might possibly return at Underground, but nothing is confirmed yet, follow the website for any details, we will post them as
they become available.”
“GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON!”
Jenny pulls the microphone back up to her lips.
“But tonight we have many excit…”
“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers interrupting Jenny in mid sentence, and from the back with a microphone in his hand and his standard steel chair
is Mikey Massacre. He stomps up the steps, paying no attention to the loud boos of the crowd. Mikey stands inside the ring, the microphone in his hand.
Mikey: “Come on Hostile, you’ve ran your mouth. Now come out and let your fists do the talking.”
“Five Minutes Alone” blares, from the back Hostile calmly walks, a smirk on his face. He continues on down to the ring as Mikey drops the microphone; he
dives through the ropes with the steel chair in his hand.
ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve got an in prompt match here!
COREY TAYLOR: Hell yeah!
DING DING
From the back rushes Jimmy Johnson to officiate this match. Massacre is on top of Hostile with rights and rights, and a few lefts. He is pounding away into
Hostile’s skull with ferocity and precision. Hostile rolls him over, they are now up against the railing. Hostile places a knee into Mikey’s crotch and
takes the steel chair to plant in Mikey’s skull busting him open early on. Hostile looks down at the trickle of blood on Mikey’s forehead before slapping
Mikey’s face leaving a bloody imprint of his hand on Mikey’s cheek. Mikey reaches up putting a thumb on either side of Hostile’s mouth and pulling them
apart, Hostile moans from the pain and forces Mikey’s hands down away from his mouth.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is a saddistic wrestler.
COREY TAYLOR: Mikey is a strategic fighter.
Mikey rolls Hostile over into the middle of the entrance way pounding away at his head before Hostile throws him off and pulls himself up to a vertical
base. Hostile with a big boot sends Mikey to lay back on his back, Hostile with an elbow stops Mikey from rising back up and fighting back. He grabs Mikey
by the hair on his head throwing it into the ring steps. NO! Mikey blocks the head into steps and elbows Hostile in the midsection DDTing him onto the
corner of the steps instead. Hostile is busted open on the forehead as well and Mikey is actually laughing here as he picks up the ring steps, slamming
them down onto Hostile’s skull, Hostile doesn’t move. Mikey picks the steps up again and backs up, but NO! Hostile trips Mikey by grabbing his foot and
Mikey slams face first into the steps, causing the gash in his forehead to bleed heavier; Mikey is wearing a crimson mask. Hostile is smiling as he gets
to his knees, he lifts the steps up, throwing them into the ring where Jimmy Johnson just does get out of the way.
ROB MARTINEZ: These fans here are loving this opening surprise matchup.
COREY TAYLOR: I’m loving it myself.
Hostile digs under the ring bringing out some barbed wire, he whips Mikey’s back leaving his shirt in strips, through which you can see the torn flesh beneath.
Mikey with a mule kick to Hostile’s balls stops the whipping and he turns over to plant a double foot thrust into Hostile’s midsection. Mikey up with a
side headlock ramming Hostile’s head right into the metal ringpost. He hooks Hostile up, vertical suplex onto the railing, Hostile may be broken in half!
Mikey grabs a steel chair that a fan just vacated to toss it inside the ring from the guardrailing. Mikey grabs Hostile in position for a piledriver, but
instead falls forward driving Hostile into the empty chairs, the fans stand around watching the action right here practically in their laps. Mikey isn’t
laughing, he isn’t smiling, he appears to be all business here. He scoots the chairs back together and pulls Hostile back up for another move like before,
but instead from the hight of the chairs. Hostile scissors his legs, comes back down, and back body drops Mikey’s back onto the railing. Mikey has got
to be broken in half!
ROB MARTINEZ: To not know they were gonna fight tonight, these two aren’t holding anything back!
COREY TAYLOR: These two are fighting for supremacy between Young Money and FTC.
Mikey falls on the ring side of the guardrailing and Hostile pulls himself up to a kneeling position. He steps over the railing, blood streaming down his
face to cover his chest and drip onto the floor. He stomps on the back of Mikey’s skull before whipping him into the ring apron. He charges in, but Mikey
with another mulekick stops his charge. Mikey turns around *WHACK!* a chair shot right to Hostile’s face. Mikey tosses the steel chair back in the ring.
Clothesline takes Hostile down to the mat. Mikey climbs onto the apron, far away from Hostile. He runs, leaping into the air with a Cactus Jack type elbow
drop, but Hostile moves and Mikey elbow drops the thin padding.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey’s elbow slammed into that thin padding.
COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn.
Hostile whips Mikey into the announce table and Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor have an extreme close up of the action. Hostile slams Mikey’s face into the
table splattering it with his blood. Hostile smiles as he jerks the headphones off of Rob Martinez to choke Mikey with the cord. Mikey throws a right jab
into his midsection stopping him before he could choke him out. Scoop slam and Hostile is on the table. Mikey climbs onto the table, double underhook,
and he drives Hostile through the announce table.
COREY TAYLOR: Holy…..
Rob and Corey dive out of the way as Mikey pulls Hostile back up to his feet, slamming his head into the ring apron. Here come Mack and Jer$ey from the
back, Mack stops to pick up the barbed wire. Wait! Here comes the other members of FTC, Vincent Black and Cuzin’ Zeke! Black and Mack begin to trade blows
on the outside and as Jer$ey tosses the barbed wire into the ring, Zeke levels him with a clubbing forearm which sends him rolling under the bottom rope.
Zeke follows in after him. He boots Jer$ey in the ribs as he gets up to his hands and knees. Mikey and Hostile are now throwing rights and lefts with the
same amount of energy as when they started. Blood droplets are flying to land on the canvas from the blows of these two men. Hostile clotheslines Mikey
down to the canvas and he grabs the strand of barbed wire. Hostile begins to wrap his foot with the sharp wire, intending to stomp it into Mikey’s already
bleeding and torn flesh. Jer$ey is getting up to his hands and knees and Hostile punts Jer$ey in the head with the barbed wire covered boot. Mikey leaps
from the top turnbuckle with a forearm to take out Mack, Vincent just laughs. Both Vincent and Mikey get back inside the ring and these four men stand
tall looking down at the bleeding Jer$ey and the somewhat broken Rebel Pro World Champion Mack. Young Money has just lost Hostile, but FTC, just got themselves
another member. What will Young Money do now? And who can stop FTC?
FTC climb out of the ring and walk to the back. After a few minutes Jer$ey and Mack get up, Mack helping his boss out of the ring as they look to the curtains
where FTC must be, Jer$ey is bleeding heavily from the wounds on his head. Rob and Corey sit back down, their table restored to working condition, but
not perfect.
ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, we are back after a temporary abscence.
COREY TAYLOR: That crazy bastard destroyed our announce table, we had to rebuild it ourselves.
ROB MARTINEZ: What do you expect, we don’t have staff for everything.
COREY TAYLOR: Larry’s got money, tell him to hire someone.
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“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf blasts through the speakers and to a big ovation comes a big man, Matthew Kurtis.
JENNY JERSEY: From Wickliffe Kentucky, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds… MATTHEW KURTIS!
Matthew walks down to the ring and steps over the top rope to await Johnny Maverick.
ROB MARTINEZ:Matthew Kurtis looks ticked off.
COREY TAYLOR: He always looks ticked off. Bet he wears a Xtra large boxer short and he could only find a medium; that is enough to piss anyone off.
“Rise Above” by Black Flag hits the speakers and from the back to a moderate mixture of hatred and cheers is the Rebel Pro #1 Contender, Johnny Maverick.
JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… your Rebel Pro #1 Cup holder…
JOHNNY MAVERICK!
Johnny rolls under the bottom rope picking up the cup to hold it high up over his head.
DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go.
A classic David/Goliath match-up as Johnny Maverick attempts to defend his Contender Trophy against “The Bluegrass Badass” himself AND tries to cement himself
on the REBEL Pro roster and prove he is not a fluke. The two men lock-up in the middle of the ring and Kurtis takes an immediate advantage with several
knees to the gut followed by forearm shots to the back. He whips Maverick off of the ropes, but Maverick reverses! And runs forward and clotheslines the
big man to the outside! He follows him out, grabs a steel chair as Kurtis stands… chair huck! Kurtis falls as Maverick grabs a second chair. He ignores
the booing fans and throws it at Kurtis as he stands! This time Kurtis grabs it! And he throws it back! But Maverick catches it! He runs forward and PLOWS
Kurtis with it, immediately drawing blood and sending the former tag team champion to the cement. Maverick climbs onto the ring apron… moonsault to the
Bluegrass Badass! Maverick is totally dominating the beginning of the match! He picks up the Badass and rolls him into the ring. He makes a cover.
COREY TAYLOR: And Johnny here with the win this early.
One! Two! Th—kickout by Kurtis!
ROB MARTINEZ: Not yet he hasn’t.
Maverick looking very good in this match thus far. He applies a Boston Crab to his opponent, trying to permanently ground his opponent! He wrenches back
on it, applying as much weight as possible! But Kurtis uses his huge, powerful legs to push Maverick away from him! Kurtis slowly stands… only to feel
a jawbreaker from Maverick! He stumbles back… Maverick knocks him down with a HUGE lariat! Maverick goes to the outside, finds another steel chair and
brings it into the ring. Kurtis stands… CHAIR SHOT! But Kurtis doesn’t fall! CHAIR SHOT! Finally Kurtis falls! But Maverick isn’t done… another chair shot!
ANOTHER! Kurtis oozing blood as Maverick goes up top with the steel chair. Flying guillotine leg drop WITH THE CHAIR! He could easily go for a cover now…
but instead he goes for the Perfect Armbar! And it’s futile because Matthew Kurtis knocked out!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Kurtis is knocked out!
The referee raises his arm once. Twice. Three times!
COREY TAYLOR: I know he is.
Maverick retains his Trophy! As the referee raises his arm, he grabs a microphone.
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and still #1 Contender… Johnny Maverick!
ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny retains against big odds.
COREY TAYLOR: Shut up, Mr. Number One has got something to say.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, it’s no surprise that I successfully defended my Trophy. My next stop? The REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Title. Mack, I’m coming after
you next week. REBEL, you can have your damn Trophy back because I won’t need it anymore! Next week, Johnny Maverick is your NEW REBEL Pro World Heavyweight
Champion!
ROB MARTINEZ: Mack had better watch out, Johnny just showed that he isn’t afraid of the big man and Matthew is about as big as they come.
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Intermission
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The crowd is buzzing after intermission. Jenny Jersey steps into the ring to the cheers of the rowdy REBEL fans.
JENNY JERSEY: At this time, please welcome our special guest tonight, from New Alberta Pro Wrestling, Donovan Astros!
A very mixed reaction from the crowd as Donovan Astros steps through the curtain sans music. Astros is carrying the King of Old School trophy with him,
which doesn’t make the crowd any happier, because everyone knows where that trophy’s going. Astros climbs into the ring and sets the trophy down in the
middle of it, before asking for the microphone from Jenny Jersey.
ASTROS: Now, I know a lot of you have been fans of REBEL Pro since the very beginning and know that I’ve had a lot of… less than pleasant things to say
about this company and you fans. While some of you may think an apology for my words and actions in the past is appropriate, I don’t, frankly.
The crowd is very confused by Astros’s words and the boos start to fly.
ASTROS: Give me just a minute, please. If I came here and started apologizing left and right for things that, deep in my heart, I believed… that’d be
an insult to you guys and myself. I’m not a fan of the hardcore style that you all love down here, and you’re probably not the biggest fans of the technical
style that makes NAPW great. So I’m not going to insult you by saying that I love REBEL and making this out to be a giant schmooze-fest. I don’t think
that’s in the REBEL spirit.
Some respectful clapping in the audience.
ASTROS: Now, a couple weeks back, NAPW hosted the King of Old School tournament over two nights, a challenge to every wrestler in NAPW and REBEL to come
up to Alberta and prove that they’re the best. A couple of REBEL’s wrestlers were excited at the chance, but one of the guys here who’s been spitting on
the image of professional wrestling decided to come up and take his grudge on the fans that pay his wages and the boys who actually want to be the best
and not tear down this sport… one guy decided to insult my promotion and me personally. And, unfortunately, he won the King of Old School tournament.
So I’m here tonight to pay out my end of the wager and award him with his trophy in person.
The crowd boos again. They don’t want to see this individual get his due.
ASTROS: Mikey Massacre, come on out here so you can get your trophy.
“WE’RE THE METAL! IN THEIR METAL MACHINES!”
Astros shakes his head in disgust as Mikey Massacre steps through the curtail, gloating in the entranceway, soaking in every last jeer from the jam-packed
REBEL audience. Deep down inside, you wonder if Astros sees a lot of his past in Mikey Massacre’s present. Massacre slides under the bottom rope and poses
on the turnbuckle, more hatred cascading his way. Astros claps mockingly.
ASTROS: Mikey, I didn’t think you could pull it off. I didn’t think it was possible. Hell, I gave every wrestler in NAPW incentive to make sure it didn’t
happen, but in the end, Mikey Massacre, you won the King of Old School tournament. I’m not sure how you did it, though. Maybe it was the handful of tights…
the brass knuckles… the exposed turnbuckle… or the help of Evan Cartwright… maybe it was one of those, Mikey.
MIKEY: Handful of tights? Brass knuckles? Exposed turnbuckle? Evan Cartwright?
Mikey looks down at the ground, one hand on his hip, thinking deeply.
MIKEY: What the (BLEEP) did you expect from me, Astros? What the (BLEEP) did you think I would do? When you laid down that challenge, you knew damn well
what I was capable of, so don’t try to qualify my victory with Barry Bonds asterisks! I defied the odds you stacked against me. I PROVED and EARNED my
place in history. So, you backstepping has-been, do as you promised! DO IT!
Astros shakes his head and laughs.
ASTROS: Alright, alright… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I doubted the lengths you’d go to to win the King of Old School tourney. I’m sorry that the man that
wil have this trophy sitting in their home is such a bitter, self-absorbed piece of garbage. I’m sorry that NAPW fans had to see you wrestler. But most
of all, Mikey? I’m sorry you can’t be happy with your lot in life. Here you go, Mikey, the spoils of your hard-earned victory.
Astros hands the King of Old School trophy over to Mikey. Mikey raises the trophy high in the air to thunderous booing. He smiles, rubbing the trophy with
his shirt as if to shine it… but suddenly his smile turns to a look of anger and he throws it down to the floor, where it splinters into several pieces.
He jumps back into the ring as the booing intensifies.
MIKEY: See what I’ve done, Astros? I’ve taken your entire concept, your idealization of this industry, I’ve taken it all… and I’ve gone right ahead and
shit on it. You know why? You know why, Astros? Because it’s a crock of shit. Old school because of submission matches? Or collar matches? Or because of
Pure Honor? No, no, no… if you want old school, you have to destroy this industry and rebuild it from the grassroots. What you are tried to do was too
little, too late… this industry is DONE. Either you realize that your entire life has been a waste, that your current job is nothing but a scam… or
else you are as stupid as most of the people backstage and all of these fans.
ASTROS: Nothing but a scam, Mikey? You’ve missed the boat. Old school isn’t about stipulations like that. Old school is about putting two people in the
ring that would like nothing better than to tear each other apart and giving them the means and structure to do it. Old school sure the hell isn’t about
shaking each other’s hand, it isn’t about showing respect, it’s about fighting for your pride, your manhood, and to hold that big gold belt and tell the
world that, yessir, I am the God damned best in the world today. Why did I put a bounty on you, Mikey? Cause I don’t like you one God damned bit!
The crowd cheers at that statement… someone who sees it their way for a change.
ASTROS: But I didn’t just come to the Carolinas to give you a trophy and the congratulations you deserve. Things have changed since your little adventure.
And I’m not issuing any more challenges to anyone else as the commissioner of NAPW… this is a challenge from me to you, Mikey, man to man, wrestler to
wrestler.
The crowd is stunned as they haven’t heard the news. Murmurs run through the crowd… “wrestler?”
ASTROS: That’s right, Mikey, the greatest wrestler on God’s green Earth is back and I’m calling you out! September 15, NAPW and REBEL cross paths one more
time for a supershow, and I want you! One on one, no titles, no props, no hardcore, no Pure Honor, just two guys that wanna shut the other up… if you’ve
got the balls, Mikey, you’ll accept!
Mikey looks absolutely shocked, struggling to find a response.
MIKEY: …that’s a long time away, Astros… I mean, who knows what could happen between now and then… I mean, um, I might have to defend my tag titles…
or… hell, I might be REBEL World Champion by then… I might have ended REBEL Pro by then! I…
Mikey looks around as the crowd boos his weak responses. Someone tries and is marginally successful with a “Pussy” chant.
MIKEY: Wait! Why the (BLEEP) am I thinking of excuses? I don’t need one! Bottom line is you run NAPW and I run REBEL Pro… and the way I figure it, I’m
the (BLEEP) King of Old School, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, the future REBEL Pro World Champion, the Beginning of the End, the head of the greatest
and most purposeful faction in wrestling history… and WHO THE (BLEEP) ARE YOU? A wrestler who was too scared to keep wrestling so he got a (BLEEP) desk
job? I know one thing: the SuperShow will feature Mikey Massacre. But it will feature Mikey Massacre wrestling someone on his level–well, no one exists
on his level–so someone a notch or two beneath him–but you, Astros? You’re not even close. Maybe a year or two ago you’d have a claim… but now? You’re
a (BLEEP) secretary… So, your answer, man to man, wrestler to wrestler is… NO.
Incredible booing ensues. The “Pussy” chant builds up. Mikey gives a finger to the crowd.
ASTROS: Too scared to keep wrestling… too scared? I’m the man that stood up to Terry Brandon! I’m the man that beat the unbeatable! Ended the reign of
Ravager! Said the things people didn’t want to hear! Did the things that they didn’t want to see! And in the end, I won every last man, woman, and child
back over and you know why, Mikey? It’s certainly NOT because I was scared. The only man in this ring that’s scared… is you.
Astros waits again as the “PUSSY” chant gets louder and louder.
ASTROS: I might be mistaken, Mikey, but Charlotte, North Carolina thinks you’re a pussy.
HUGE pop as Mikey’s jaw drops in shock and anger.
ASTROS: It’s ok, though, Mikey… the water’s a little scary in the deep end and you don’t wanna jump off just yet. I understand. So what I’m gonna do is
this… every week, every REBEL show, the fans are going to remind you of just exactly what you are. Then I’m gonna be back here on August 11, and by that
time having 300 people call you a pussy night in and night out might change your mind.
Astros reaches down and grabs the faceplate from the smashed King of Old School trophy at his feet as the crowd continues to chant “PUSSY!” at Mikey Massacre.
Astros rolls out of the ring leaving Mikey to hear the cacophony, egged on by the former two-time NAPW World Champ.
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“Stronger” By Kanye West hits the speakers and from the back to a huge amount of boos is Eric Thompson; he looks shocked at the boos, but catches himself
quickly.
JENNY JERSEY: From Wall Street, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, The Richest SOB on the Planet today…
ERIC THOMPSON!
Eric climbs through the ropes to await his opponent in Chad Kurtis.
“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers and from the back to a big ovation is perhaps the Rebel Pro fan’s favorite to win the tournament Chad Kurtis.
JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is your Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion…
“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!
Chad walks down the entrance way, his eyes on his opponent before sliding into the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Chad looks weak and feeble if you ask me.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good thing no one did, huh?
DING DING
Chad Kurtis circles Eric Thompson, clearly not the quick and agile and Show we are used to, but still a man quicker than most professional wrestlers. Thompson
smartly goes for his legs, going right after his ACL, but Kurtis was prepared for such a move and sprawls on top of the millionaire wrestler. Kurtis takes
him down to the mat, stands and drops an immediate elbow on his back. Up and a second elbow. Thompson gets to his feet as Kurtis flies against the ropes…
dropkick sends Thompson down! Thompson up, Kurtis Irish whips him across the ring. Ducks his head for a back body drop but Thompson gives him a boot to
the head. The Show staggers back. Thompson with a clothesline, ducked by Kurtis. Kurtis with a kick, caught by Thompson. Mean enziguiri from The Show to
his opponent! Off of the ropes… rolling knee drop to Thompson and a cover!
ROB MARTINEZ: Early cover here.
One! Two! Thr—kickout!
COREY TAYLOR: Eric is too good to be pinned this early.
The Show slows down the pace of the match with a sleeper while Thompson is seated on the mat. Thompson slowly rises. He snapmares Kurtis to the mat. Mean
kick to the back of Kurtis’ head! He pulls Kurtis up but The Show fires at his midsection with a series of elbows. Off of the ropes… cross body block takes
Thompson down! Kurtis goes up top… senton splash! Cover!
ROB MARTINEZ: Another cover from Chad.
One! Two! Thr—NO! Kickout.
COREY TAYLOR: Again, Eric too good.
The Show picks up his opponent, pushes him into the corner, whips him across the ring. Thompson hits the corner hard, stumbles forward as Kurtis goes outside
to the ring apron. Springboard dropkick sends Thompson down! Goes outside to the apron… Prime Time Splash! Cover! One! Two! Three! NO! Foot on the ropes!
He drags Thompson to the middle… Thompson with a low blow! Another! A THIRD! The Show falls to the mat… and Thompson applies an Indian leglock, applying
pressure on the ACL! Forget the fact this is an Aerial Assault match, Thompson is trying to ground his opponent! Kurtis in a world of pain… but he is able
to reverse the move into a Triangle Choke! Will Thompson submit? No! No! He manages to escape the hold with some elbows and gets to his feet. The Show
beats him though and greets him with some roaring elbows! The Show sends him off of the ropes… swinging neckbreaker! Now Kurtis is going up top… Best Moonsault
Ever onto his downed opponent! Cover!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad with yet another cover.
One! Two! Three!
COREY TAYLOR: He held the tights, I swear it!
ROB MARTINEZ: You sir, are a liar.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament… The Show… Chad Kurtis!
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Enrique Rodriguez’s music is supposed to hit the speakers, but ever since the announce table was destroyed, the technical aspect of the show hasn’t been
the same. He, however, walks from the back to a mixed reaction with it being a bit heavier on the cheers than boos for this former Rebel Pro superstar.
He looks a bit perplexed as he walks down to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Welcome… ring… six fee… weighs… pound… ENRIQUE RO…!
A man comes through the crowd to try and either fix the electronics permantly or temporarily, he stands up wearing a Rebel Pro shirt; he nods to Jenny beside
the announce table.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the technical difficulties, hopefully we have them fixed. Thank you for your patience.
“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets (Already Gone)” by Corrosion of Conformity queues up and the problem seems to be fixed. Steve Parker walks from the back to
a mixed reaction, heavier on the booing side of things.
JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he hails from Boston Massachusetts, he stands at five feet ten inches, weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds… “THE
STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!
DING DING Parker and Rodriguez goe for a lock up, but Rodriguez is having none of it, he throws a right hand catching Steve squarely in the mouth. Rodriguez
with another right hand, a third and this isn’t an aerial match, but a fist fight. Steve with a right hand of his own making sure that he isn’t totally
dominated by Rodriguez. Parker slams a knee into Rodriguez’s midsection slamming a knee into his down turned face and Rodriguez is hurting quickly. Parker
shoves him backwards into the corner, Parker backs up delivering a body splash to his opponent in the corner before flipping him out of the corner with
a monkey flip. Parker ascends the turnbuckles diving with a elbow drop catching Rodriguez in the chest with the point of his elbow. Steve makes the cover,
there is referee Dale McDonald to make count.
One… Tw– Enrique kicks out easily enough.
ROB MARTINEZ: Steve had some harsh words for the returning Enrique Rodriguez.
COREY TAYLOR: He must have meant them or else he wouldn’t have said them.
Steve pulls him up, Enrique throws a big right hand into Parker’s midsection doubling him over. Enrique with a European uppercut throws him backwards. Enrique
throws him over the top rope and to the outside. With a bit of a running start, Enrique grabs the top rope launching himself over the top rope with a plancha
that catches the rising Steve Parker sending him back down to the floor. Enrique throws right fist after right fist into Parker’s face keeping him pinned
down to the mat. Enrique pulls up the thin matting revealing the concrete floor beneath, he tosses it back from the torn up spot. Scoop slam and Steve
is slammed onto the exposed concrete, Enrique looks up to the top turnbuckle, and to a fan with their steel chair held out, it is the mustached man from
Parker’s video. Enrique takes the chair, placing it over Steve’s upturned face before he climbs to the top turnbuckle nimbly. Enrique leaps from the top
turnbuckle with a corkscrew back flip landing right on the steel chair, the only bad thing is that Parker had rolled out of the way. Enrique holds himself,
he is hurting something fierce right now.
ROB MARTINEZ: That has got to hurt.
COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn.
Parker jumps into the air coming down with a leg drop onto Enrique’s neck. He pulls him up, Irish whip into the railing, Parker with a savat kick nearly
decapitates Enrique, which would have ended the match early. Parker lands on one knee,sweeping Enrique down to allow his face to land on the steel chair,
the smack is heard ten rows back. Enrique is holding at his face from the pain, Parker with another leg drop sends his face back onto the chair. Parker
lifts him up and Enrique is bleeding from the forehead, Irish whip into the ringpost, reversal and Parker’s mouth kisses the post hard. Parker spits out
a little blood from his mouth, Enrique hooks Steve up with an upside down fireman’s carry, spins him, neckbreaker onto the concrete. Rodriguez lays there
breathing heavily, Parker lays there breathing heavily, the crowd is on their feet. Enrique rolls over to pull himself up with the assistance of the guardrail
around ringside. He looks back and Parker is pulling himself up with the help of the ring apron. Parker turns, Rodriguez with a clothesline, but Parker
ducks, lifting up and Enrique is sent over his head. Enrique lands feet first on the apron after a mid air twist, he steps onto Parker’s shoulders, drops
into a seated position, hurricanrana ionto the matting.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
COREY TAYLOR: I have to agree there, that was an amazing move.
ROB MARTINEZ: I’m pretty much speechless, especially since Enrique is getting back up.
Enrique looks to the crowd, who are all still standing, and pulls a ladder from under the ring, he slides it into the ring. Enrique looks under the ring
as well and pulls not one, but two tables out from under the ring. He lifts Steve up, throws a forearm into his bleeding mouth, and rolls him inside the
ring. Enrique grabs the steel chair and chunks it into the ring as well, he hasn’t forgotten Rebel Pro has no rules. Steve is laying there near the ropes,
Enrique jumps to the middle rope, holds the top rope, and flips himself over with a leg drop across Parker’s throat, but he is too close to make a cover.
Enrique pulls the Star Spangled Sensation up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner with a forearm blow to the mouth. Enrique charges with
a body splash, but Parker back body drops him over the top rope to the… apron? Enrique lands on the apron, but Parker quickly turns around with a right
hand causing Enrique to barely stand on the apron, but Rodriguez is holding the top rope for balance. Parker with a swift toe kick through the roeps and
Enrique’s hold is slipping a bit. Parker with another swift kick, he leaps up to the top turnbuckle, flies across Enrique with a back kick to Rodriguez’s
temple and Enrique falls to the floor as Steve manages to hold on to the top rope and stay on the apron. Parker sets up one of the tables in the center
of the ring, he sets up the second table right beside it. He looks over the top rope to the outside and sees Rodriguez starting to move, but it is slow
enough that he goes back to the center of the ring. Parker lifts up the second table and places it on top of the first one, sliding it closer to the corner
near where Rodriguez is stirring on the outside. Parker leans over the top rope, fire extinguisher to the face, the blast of the contents of the fire extinguisher
blinds Parker and Rodriguez is smiling. He peppers Steve with a few fists before pulling the blinded Parker up to the top rope with him. Enrique looks
to the tables and smiles. Both men stand on the top rope and Enrique shoves Steve backwards, but in mid-flight Parker turns it into a small package slamming
Enrique’s shoulders through both tables and they land with Rodriguez’s shoulders pinned to the canvas in the middle of the debris. Dale McDonald slides
into position.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
COREY TAYLOR: Damn!
One… Two… Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the Aerial Assault 2009 tournament… “The Star Spangled Sensation” Steve Parker!
Steve begins to move slowly inside the ring, but it is ever so slow. The fans are giving both men a standing ovation here and Parker can’t believe it, but
he slowly nods his thanks.
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JENNY JERSEY: Ladi… tlemen…. sorr… technical difficulties… stan…. weighs…. pounds…. BRIAN ON…..KU!
Brian walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd; it isn’t they don’t like him, just most of them don’t know who he is. Brian walks down to
the ring, flips over the top rope and into the ring to wait ion his opponent. The same guy from earlier comes down to the announce table and hopefully
fixes the sound this time.
COREY TAYLOR: All of these technical difficulties are getting out of control.
“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” by The Beatles
The lights go out in the arena.
ROB MARTINEZ: Another technical difficulty?
COREY TAYLOR: Probably Larry forgot to pay the bill.
The lights come back on and standing at the top of the entrance way is none other than Mike “Assman” Trey wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Is He
Back?” written on the shirt The fans errupt in cheers, they miss the Assman something terrible, well the ladies do anyway.
ROB MARTINEZ: There go the lights again, just as we got a glimps of what looked like Mike Trey.”
COREY TAYLOR: Are you surprised? There they come back on again, what does that shirt say that is lying on the ground? Where did Trey go?
The black t-shirt is lying right where Mike Trey was standing, the shirt reads(in white) “Guess Who’s Back”
“The Oddities” by ICP queues up and from the back carrying a big cardboard box is The Freak to a big ovation from the crowd. Freak looks a bit shocked,
but nods as he continues on. JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five foot seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds…
THE FREAK!
Freak sits his box down and rolls into the ring to face his opponent. DING DING Collar and elbow, Brian whips Freak into the ropes. The Freak springs back
with aback fist catching Brian off-guard, he stumbles back. The Freak pounces on him delivering a knee into Brian’s face before pulling him up with him
and whipping him into the ropes. Brian rebounds, Freak with a drop toe hold causing Brian’s face to smash into the canvas. Brian shoves upwards intending
to get some offense in this match, he trips the running Freak causing Freak’s chin to plant hard into the canvas. Brian shoves upwards pulling Freak along
with him. Brian throws a right, Freak receives the right fist. Brian hooks Freak up, over the head vertical suplex, Freak’s body bounces off the mat hard.
Brian scales the turnbuckles quickly with a three hundred and sixty degrees backflip driving both knees into Freak’s midsection. He hooks the legs for
the cover, Alan Stone is there.
One… Two… Freak throws his shoulder up to stop the pinfall.
ROB MARTINEZ: Brian trying to gain the early pin and win here.
COREY TAYLOR: The Freak is a former co-Rebel Pro Tag Team champion, he isn’t going to go out that easily.
Brian whips Freak into the ropes as he rebounds Brian lowers his head for a back body, but Freak throws a front kick right into the face of Brian. He stands
up holding at his nose, Freak with a spear to Brian’s knees taking him down to the canvas hard. Freak slides outside of the ring to get somethings out
of the box he brung to ringside. But he doesn’t, he digs under the ring and pulls out a table, two tables, the ladder from the previous match, three steel
chairs. On the other side of the ring, Brian has rolled out to dig under as well; he pulls out another two tables, another ladder, and a bag of thumbtacks,
along with a roll of barbed wire. The fans are ready for this now, they begin a “Rebel Pro” chant.
COREY TAYLOR: Ah… here we go now!
ROB MARTINEZ: Hardcore high flying action!
Both men get a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, they toss it into the ring, another two beer bottles inside the ring and they all four shatter upon impact
inside the ring. Both Brian and The Freak roll back inside the ring, another beer bottle in their hands, they swing. *SMASH!* The bottles shatter, covering
each of the men with tiny cuts, glass, and trickling blood, but neither man falls instead they toss the bottles to the side and begin to trade fists. Brian
boots Freak in the midsection, double underhook face smasher into the chair between his legs, The Freak goes limp. Brian rolls him over and The Freak slices
a gash open in Brian’s forehead with a piece of the broken beer bottle. Brian holds at his forehead in amazement, pulling it away to be covered in his
red blood. He looks down at the laughing face of The Freak and throws a right fist down into that face. The Freak rolls out of the way and Brian’s fist
slams hard into the steel chair; Freak is used to this environment more than Brian is. Brian gets the roll of barbed wire, rolling out a great deal of
the flesh ripping material as The Freak sets up a table. He turns around to see Brian standing up, The Freak charges forward with the top end of the ladder
as a battering ram. Brian ducks out of the way as he holds onto the barbed wire, Freak runs right into the wire, Brian begins to rapidly wrap it around
Freak’s body.
COREY TAYLOR: Brian is learning the Rebel Pro ropes quickly.
ROB MARTINEZ: That will help him in this match.
The Freak turns around, but is only successful in wrapping the barbed wire tighter around his body. Brian is still assisting Freak in making him a barbed
wire mummy. Freak throws a wild punch that Brian easily dodges, boot to the gut and a DDT stops any momentum Freak had. Brian wraps him up fully in the
barbed wire, but Freak is still able to move around, Brian clips the wire, the wire is wrapped from Freak’s feet to his neck, it is loosely wrapped, but
Freak has got to feel each little dig in his skin. Brian with a stomp on Freak’s head before lifting the ladder on the canvas up and setting it up in the
middle of the ring. Brian sets up the table, making sure to keep the broken remnants of the beer bottle on top of the table; he drags Freak up the ladder
with him, Freak goes willingly enough. At the top of the ladder, Brian goes for a hurricanrana, but Freak counters with a sit-out powerbomb through the
glass covered table. The table shatters, wood pieces go flying, glass goes flying, blood goes flying and Freak leans up against the ladder breathing heavily.
We aren’t sure if Brian is even breathing, Freak makes the cover.
One… Two… Thr–Yes he is as he kicks out, barely, but he still kicks out.
COREY TAYLOR: I thought he was dead!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think everyone else did too.
Freak can’t believe it, he simply can’t believe it, he throws Brian’s legs off of him and climbs back up the ladder, with a steel chair in his hand, he
dives with a front flip driving the chair into Brian’s sternum with the splash, he hooks the leg again.
One… Two… Thre–NO! Brian rolls a shoulder up just in time. Freak looks shocked that he kicked out of that move, he scratches his head. Freak dumps
out the thumbtacks on the canvas and pulls Brian up to a wobbly vertical base. Irish whip into the ladder now propped in the corner, Brian reverses and
Freak slams face first into the ladder, he stumbles out of the corner. Scoop and a reverse front scoop slam drives Freak’s front into the litter of thumbtacks,
he rolls around trying to get out of the tacks, but is only successful in picking most of them up. The Freak is covered in thumbtacks, barbed wire, and
small pieces of beer bottle, he is hurting. Brian is leaning in the corner on the propped ladder, he looks to The Freak lying there amidst the tacks and
smiles. The crowd is fully behind this match and are standing on their feet, they haven’t sat down since the previous match, for the most part anyways.
Brianslides out of the ring, he digs under the squared circle to pull out some of those pull ties, he has got about fifty of the damn things and he rolls
back inside the ring. He hefts the propped ladder onto the top turnbuckle and pull ties one leg to the top rope. He places about ten more to secure the
front side of the ladder to the top turnbuckle. He walks over to Freak, a boot to the midsection, and a piledriver onto a few remaining tacks before he
walks back over to the turnbuckle. He pull ties the back two legs of the ladder to the top turnbuckle and tests its sturdability. The ladder shakes somewhat,
but it is sturdy enough he guesses as he picks up a steel chair; he slams it into Freak’s skull. Brian sets up one of the other remaining tables before
double stacking the remaining table on top of it. He rolls Freak in between the two tables onto a steel chair, and places a steel chair on top of Freak’s
body. Brian takes a big breath and begins to climb the rikety set up he has set up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Wha… what… what does he think he is doing?
COREY TAYLOR: Looks like he is fixing to end The Freak.
The crowd is hushed as Brian balances precariously on the top of the ladder, he leaps and goes through the top table, onto the steel chair, onto Freak,
to the bottom table; the ring is full of debris. No one is moving but the referee inside the ring, he looks a bit shaken, he doesn’t know whether to mess
with the mess to see if they are alive, injured,, but he finally decides. A chunk of the table debris falls showing that Brian landed on Freak in a pinning
position; he makes the count.
One… Two… Thre–NO! Freak rolls up a shoulder right before Alan Stone ‘s hand slapped the final count.
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it! I simply can’t believe it!
COREY TAYLOR: Seeing is believing, Rob, but… damn it man.
The crowd’s “Holy Shit” chant has turned into a “Rebel Pro” chant these fans are wild for this action, but neither of these men are moving fast now; but
who would be? Brian pulls Freak up slowly, The Freak with a weak right jab, it is so weak Brian absorbs it, but he is so weakened that he holds at his
ribs because it did hurt him. Side headlock on Freak to slow down the pace, but Freak shoves Brian into the ropes. Brian holds onto the side headlock driving
Freak’s chin into the table debris with a bulldog. Freak rolls over, his chin being split with a piece of the table debris. Brian picks up a piece of the
table and slams it onto Freaks face before he stomps onto the wood shattering it and causing Freak to moan under the assault. He lifts Freak up but Freak
manages to nail him with a roundhouse kick that causes Brian to land back first on the ladder and debris from all of the other material inside the ring.
Freak looks a bit stunned that he hit the roundhouse kick on Brian, but he smiles with lips full of glass, splinters, and thumbtacks; the blood trickles
down his face in rivers. He scampers up the rikety ladder that Brian set up earlier and he too balances on the top of the ladder. He leaps crashing into
Brian, neither man move.
ROB MARTINEZ: That was the Sight Unseen!
Alan Stone is there to count.
One… Two… Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the tournament… The Freak!
The crowd is going absolutely crazy for both men, chants for Brian go through the crowd to be against chants for The Freak as well. Shut Down comes from
the back to help his partner up. The Freak looks a bit worse for the wear, but he grins drunkenly, but it is probably from the extreme amount of blood
loss. The Freak is helped out of the ring by Shut Down, but Freak refuses to go to the back before passing out his gift to the fans. Shut Down laughs and
rips open the box to hand out Goth Family Guy dolls. With nearly every fan, if not every fan, now having a doll, The Freak allows Shut Down to walk to
the back.
COREY TAYLOR: One hell of a match there, one hell of a match.
ROB MARTINEZ: That may be match of the night.
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“Voices” by Rev Theory queues up and from the back, wearing a white t-shirt with a red target on its front is the PWA’s Chamelion. The crowd boos this
man heavily, but he doesn’t seem to care really.
JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association, he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… CHAMELION!
He walks down the entrance way, climbs up the steps and through the ropes.
“Path” by Apocalyptica queues up and from the back to a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd, they know of his actions in NAPW, is Ravager. Absent from
his side is his students and his two trainers from this week. Ravager has eyes only for Chamelion in the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring, representing NAPW, he is your 2008 Aerial Assault winner. He stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in
at two hundred and ten pounds… RAVAGER!
Ravager walks up the steps, never taking his eyes off of Chamelion, as he steps through the ropes.
DING DING
Ravager and Chamelion lock
up in the center of the ring. Ravager with a wristlock into a hammerlock; Chamelion flips Ravager over where Ravager lands on
his feet. Chamelion charges with a clothesline, Ravager with a Japanese arm drag. Ravager up quickly, Chamelion up quickly as well. Another lockup, Ravager
with a side headlock, Chamelion throws him into the ropes. Ravager is sent running, Chamelion has a look of determination on his face as he runs after
Ravager. Chamelion with a leap frog as Ravager rebounds, Chamelion springs from the middle rope with a back elbow catching Ravager in the mouth as he turns
to catch Chamelion. Ravager stumbles back from the blow and Chamelion charges with a spear, Ravager with a DDT sends Chamelion’s forehead to smack into
the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth action from these two men who had some great points in their video confrontation this week.
COREY TAYLOR: Chamelion has that target painted on the shirt, Ravager just might get a bullseye.
Ravager pulls Chamelion up to his feet, delivering a right forearm into his upturned face. Chamelion with a knife edge chop that has the crowd here “Wooing”
enthusiastically. Ravager backs up wincing from the chop, Chamelion goes for a second chop, Ravager grabs his wrist, turns it into a wristlock, and kicks
Chamelion in the back sending him into the corner. Ravager charges in with a clothesline, Chamelion falls down in the corner to roll out of the ring, Ravager
hits the corner with his full momentum. Chamelion grabs the legs of Ravager, pulling and crotching him on the ring post. Chamelion smirks before climbing
back on the ring apron. He begins climbing to the top turnbuckle and dives with a leg drop, but Ravager lifts a knee into Chamelion’s crotch and he is
in agony as well. Chamelion rolls to the side of Ravager and both men look a little green after they each nail a low blow on the other. Ravager pulls him
up again, throwing a right hand into his face, Chamelion with a right fist of his own, Ravager with a second, Chamelion with a second. Ravager with a boot
to the midsection, he lifts Chamelion up for a vertical suplex, Chamelion counters with a spin bringing Ravager down with an inverted DDT. He hooks the
leg quickly, but only gets a two count. Chamelion shoots up off of Ravager, hitting the ropes, coming back springboarding off the ropes with a lionsault,
but Ravager out of the way and Chamelion hits canvas. Chamelion is on his hands and knees holding his middle, Ravager with a punt style kick to Chamelion’s
face rolling him over onto his back, Ravager lifts him up draping him over the ropes. Taking a running start, Ravager lifts a knee into Chamelion’s down
turned face.
ROB MARTINEZ: The first multiple offensive series from either man here in this match.
COREY TAYLOR: And the man is the one to do it, but don’t count out Chamelion just yet. They don’t call him the most devious SOB in the business today for
nothing.
Chamelion falls to the apron where Ravager delivers a baseball slide sending him onto the mat outside. Ravager slides outside as well stomping down on Chamelion’s
skull viciously before whipping him into the railing. Chamelion reverses and Ravager is sent into the railing. Ravager leaps onto the railing coming back
with a spinning back elbow shot, Chamelion with a standing dropkick sends Ravager to lay on his back. Shaking his head, Chamelion grabs the ring steps
because anything is legal in a Rebel Pro match. He slams the steps onto Ravager’s upturned face, but he isn’t busted open. The steps not suiting him, he
tosses them to the side, preferring to use his own hands as the weapons. He whips Ravager into the steps and Ravager goes crashing through them to send
them in two different directions, Ravager slumps at the other side of the railing. Chamelion walks over calmly, stalking his prey, Ravager pulls himself
up, Sweet Sound of Success, but no! Ravager catches the flying foot, turning it into a standing ankle lock. Chamelion with an enzuigiri that connects solidly
with Ravager’s left temple sending him back down. Chamelion is grinning as he is getting back up, he grabs Ravager by the head, right hand to his face,
Chamelion with a high knee lift, Ravager catches the leg spinning around slamming Chamelion’s back on the top of the railing. Chamelion falls to the side
of the railing where the crowd is, Ravager falls to a seated position. Referee Dale McDonald is in the ring watching the action as it unfolds. Ravager
gets up, pulling Chamelion up and they face each other from over the railing. Ravager with a right hand and he steps over the railing, the crowd scatters.
Ravager with another right hand, Chamelion now fights back with a right hand of his own. Chamelion with a second, but Ravager catches his hand, smiling
at him. Ravager with a boot to the midsection and another DDT, but this time no wait, Chamelion shoves Ravager backwards where his back collides with the
railing. Ravager grunts from the surprise pain, Chamelion climbs onto a vacated steel chair, he leaps, catching Ravager in mid-leap with a inverted bulldog
carrying them both over the railing to beside the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: These two aren’t holding anything back here.
COREY TAYLOR: They both want to be the 2009 Aerial Assault winner.
Chamelion is covered in sweat, the target t-shirt soaked to the skin, Ravager is on his knees in front of Chamelion. Ravager throws a right jab into Chamelion’s
ribs, following it with a quick second jab. Chamelion drops his grip on Ravager’s head, Ravager shoves forward catching Chamelion in the midsection flipping
him over backwards where he lands on his back. Ravager climbs onto the ring apron to look down onto Chamelion, he runs from the apron diving with a Mick
Foley type elbow drop catching the rising Chamelion squarely in the face. Chamelion lands on his back again, a dazed look in his eyes before they close
and he tries to catch his breath. Ravager pulls himself up, turning to look back at Chamelion, he walks over to his opponent. He stands over the PWA superstar,
pulling him up, Chamelion pulls Ravager’s legs out from under him and Ravager’s skull smacks into the floor, Chamelion slams a knee into Ravager’s thigh
hard as he falls back down. Chamelion stands up, pulling Ravager with him, he appears to be going to roll Ravager into the ring, but Ravager shoves him
into the ring post. Chamelion holds at the back of his head in pain and stumbles slightly forward. Ravager dives forward, Chamelion wraps his arms around
Ravager’s waist tossing him over head with a belly to belly suplex into the ring post, Ravager falls to the floor and Chamelion does his trademark grin
as he stands up. He turns around to stomp on the face of Ravager, changing at the last second with a vicious boot scrape across Ravager’s forehead. He
lifts Ravager onto the apron, rolling him into the squared circle. He follows in after Ravager scoop slam innear the ropes and he runs to the ropes, jumps
over the downed Ravager, and comes back with a lionsault, but Ravager moves out of the way and Chamelion hits canvas with his front again. As soon as he
lands, he gets back up to his hands and knees shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs.
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve got to say Ravager is going to win.
ROB MARTINEZ: What makes you so sure?
COREY TAYLOR: Or Chamelion, tough decision.
Ravager pulls Chamelion into a belly to back suplex position, but Chamelion throws a elbow back, he turns from side to side nailing Ravager with his left
and right elbows in rapid fire succession. Ravager releases the suplex position, Chamelion with a mule kick to Ravager’s right knee, he stumbles back.
Chamelion spins around clotheslining Ravager down to the canvas. Chamelion leans on the ropes, catching his breath, Ravager gets up to his feet, facing
away from Chamelion who has perked up a bit. Ravager turns around… Sweet Sound of Success from Chamelion. But Ravager catches the flying foot again,
spins Chamelion around, full nelson into a Dragon suplex, Dale McDonald hits the mat in perfect position.
One… Two… Three.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Last Resort came out of nowhere!
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to Round Two in the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament… Ravager!
COREY TAYLOR: Told you Ravager was going to win.
ROB MARTINEZ: But you also said Chamelion was going to win.
COREY TAYLOR: That way, I was right either way.
ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve got to talk to Mr. Gordon about finding a replacement.
COREY TAYLOR: Why are you leaving?
ROB MARTINEZ: For Corey Taylor, Jenny Jersey, I’m Rob Martinez saying so long from Red, White, and Bruised 2009.